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 Pedal , Antoinette

I'm feeling the vapors from this cockamamie ordeal
Peddling this ludicrous thing up a dark creepy hill
You think you're Frederic Chopin,  or Liberace yet
Touring the countryside,  yelling "pedal,  Antoinette."


Well, let me just enlighten you with a revelation or two
I ain't Antoinette and you ain't listed in whose who
With your rented tuxedo and that wig on your head
Living in this contraption and sipping Big Red


People stare at us and shout" look at that thing"
It's a pencil cut in half, what a crazy, crazy scene
Then they holler out "sharpen it so it'll write"
As down the road we peddle,  shadows of the night


I'd erase the wheels and set your windmill free
Leave that blonde wig of yours hanging from a tree
But my seat is too numb and my legs are now sticks
So here we are;  peas in a pod and shy a few bricks


Pédale Antoinette

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